The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageCecil Day Lewis Collins, 1954 - 576 oldal |
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74. oldal
... Death calls ye to the crowd of common men . Devouring Famine , Plague , and War , Each able to undo mankind , Death's servile emissaries are ; Nor to these alone confined , He hath at will More quaint and subtle ways to kill ; A smile ...
... Death calls ye to the crowd of common men . Devouring Famine , Plague , and War , Each able to undo mankind , Death's servile emissaries are ; Nor to these alone confined , He hath at will More quaint and subtle ways to kill ; A smile ...
108. oldal
Cecil Day Lewis. CXXXVII ON THE DEATH OF MR . WILLIAM HERVEY It was a dismal and a fearful night , - Scarce could the Morn drive on th ' unwilling light , When sleep , death's image , left my troubled breast , By something liker death ...
Cecil Day Lewis. CXXXVII ON THE DEATH OF MR . WILLIAM HERVEY It was a dismal and a fearful night , - Scarce could the Morn drive on th ' unwilling light , When sleep , death's image , left my troubled breast , By something liker death ...
348. oldal
... Death is the end of life ; ah , why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone . Time driveth onward fast , And in a ... death , dark death , or dreamful ease . 5 How sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , With half - shut eyes ever ...
... Death is the end of life ; ah , why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone . Time driveth onward fast , And in a ... death , dark death , or dreamful ease . 5 How sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , With half - shut eyes ever ...
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A. C. Swinburne beauty beneath birds bower breast breath bright brow C. H. Sorley Camelot clouds D. G. Rossetti dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes F. W. Bourdillon fair fear flowers glory golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills kiss Lady Lady of Shalott leaves light live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord Tennyson Love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains ne'er never night o'er P. B. Shelley passion pleasure poem poets rest Rosaleen rose round runnable stag seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tree Twas voice W. B. Yeats wave weep wild wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth